Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 92

I felt weightless, like I was floating between worlds. My eyelids fluttered, heavy, resisting the urge to open. For a moment, wasn’t sure if I was still trapped in that warehouse, tied to a chair, helpless, surrounded by faceless monsters. The thought made my heart race, but slowly, reality began to settle in. I was on a bed. The sheets were cool against my skin, and I could hear the steady beep of a machine nearby. My eyes finally opened.

The hospital. I blinked, the dim glow of the monitor next to me illuminating the room. A drip was attached to my arm, and my throat felt dry, raw, like I hadn’t spoken in days. Outside, it was dark. The window framed a city skyline, lights blinking far in the distance, as if life had gone on while I was frozen in place. But what caught my attention most wasn’t the machines or the darkness outside it was the man napping in the chair beside my bed,

Alexander Williams Alistair. My ex–husband. The father of my children. The last time I saw him… God. I swallowed hard as the memory surfaced. The morning after we spent together, the feel of his touch still lingered on my skin. I’d walked him out of my room, my heart in turmoil, and now here he was, looking impossibly composed even as he slept. He sat as though he were conducting a business meeting, shoulders squared, his jaw set even in slumber.

I was shocked to see him here, though I shouldn’t have been. This was Alex. He was always there when things went wrong. when chaos ruled, and somehow he would bring order back to everything. But this time was different. This time, I had been the one pulled into the chaos.

Before I could dwell on it any longer, as if sensing my gaze, Alex stirred. His eyes opened, sharp and alert in an instant, locking onto mine. He was out of the chair in a heartbeat, crossing the space between us in long strides.

“Christiana…“. His voice was low, filled with relief, his hands reaching for mine. “You’re awake… thank God.”

I could see the tension in his face, the worry he had been holding back, now barely restrained. He hovered over me, his fingers brushing the back of my hand as if afraid I might disappear. I wanted to say something, to acknowledge his presence, but when I opened my mouth, nothing came out. My throat burned, the words stuck. A hoarse sound escaped, and then-

Tears

It was like a dam had broken inside me, everything I had been holding back during those terrifying hours of captivity flooding out in hot, uncontrollable sobs. The fear of never seeing my children again, of leaving them to grieve a mother they didn’t even get to say goodbye to… it overwhelmed me.

“Hey, hey, shh…” Alex’s voice was gentle, though I could hear the edge of panic in it. He didn’t know why I was crying, but he held me anyway, pulling me into his arms with such care, as if I might break. His hand stroked my back softly, his breath steady in contrast to my ragged sobs. “It’s okay. you’re safe now You’re here, Christiana. I’ve got you.”

that only made me cry harder. I hadn’t felt safe for what felt like an eternity. The terror I had endured–being tied up, helpless, alone–it clawed at me, suffocating me even now. My body trembled in his arms, my tears soaking

“It’s over. You’re safe. We’ll find who did this. I swear

people who had taken me. It was about the simple, raw truth

I couldn’t stop crying.

His expression was torn–conflicted between anger and tenderness. He looked as though he

grateful for that, for the way he chose to simply be here, by my side, offering

have to talk about it now,” he said softly. I’m

first time since opening my eyes, I

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their weight behind my eyes, threatening to spill over again. Alex’s presence was both comforting and confusing. The way he held me, so close, as if I meant the world to him, made everything worse

scratched at my throat, but I had to speak. The truth was clawing

on my back, though his gaze never wavered. “What

my skin, the cruel faces of the men who had held me captive. My body flinched at the thought of them,

back to kill me or…. or worse.” I felt Alex’s grip on me tighten, his jaw clenching with barely restrained anger. “I thought I was going to die there.

cradle the back of my head, his touch achingly tender. “You’re here now he whispered, though his voice was thick

a cab back to the hotel. But I was so weak, Alex. I passed out

and something else–guilt, perhaps. “I should’ve

I interrupted, shaking my head weakly. “There was nothing you could’ve done. I was so careful, but they… they found me

for answers, for the name of the monster who had put me through this. I hesitated for a moment, knowing that once